It wasn't that Xin Yu's skills were that bad. But to save on practice costs, Shen Lu only had him make pizza crusts. At most, he could spread on a simple pizza sauce. As for ham, chicken, or cheese—there was none.
Eating a large, relatively tasteless flour flatbread for every meal was no small challenge.
But this sort of thing could only happen at Little Deer Cuisine. Anywhere else? You don't like baked flour flatbread?
If you don't want it, give it here! Countless people in the Lower City District would be dying for a chance to eat it.
When the thought of not wanting to eat it popped into Cai Su's head, she gave herself a huge scare.
She had once fought tooth and nail with her late husband over a single tube of nutrient liquid. Now, someone was giving her flatbread, and she was actually getting picky.
Xin Yu spent the entire afternoon kneading dough, baking about ten pizza crusts.
"Boss, want to see what I baked this afternoon?"
